Monday, January 20, 2020

#Lifestyle #Commentary Not so random thoughts on Following Directions

Bike Photo by  Andrew pvv on Unsplash & wagon Photo by Gary Sandoz on Unsplash

Owen Miller was a colleague of mine for nearly 20-years. He remained one of my best friends until his passing. I'm not sure when he used the following story for the first time. I suspect it was in the 1980s. I know we often discussed how frustrated we were when students missed our target in an assignment by proverbial miles.

The Blue Bike is presented with minor changes in technology used by the bike buyer. I used this in my last high school assignment between 2005-2012. I also used it in college classes I taught for Point Loma Nazarene University and Azusa Pacific University.

Immediately following the original is a bit of commentary on how this idea rings true outside the classroom, too.

The Blue Bike

Why do we have to follow all these rules?
How come I got such a low grade when I did a LOT of work on this?
Not long ago I decided to take up mountain biking. So, I went online and found a terrific bargain on a steel blue bike. Top of the line with shocks and all for a good price and free shipping. So I ordered one.
Two weeks later, a large package arrived. It was from the company I’d ordered the bike from!
I tore open the box. Inside were several parts, not many of which looked like part of a bike, let alone part of my steel-blue mountain bike.
Even though I didn’t really want to, I dug around and found the assembly instructions booklet. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that the instructions were for assembling a shiny red wagon!
Now distraught, I dialed the phone number on the instructions. After several minutes on “hold,” I finally spoke to a customer service representative.
“I have a problem with my order,” I said.
“I see,” she answered. “And what would that be?”
“Well, I ordered a steel-blue mountain bike.”
“One of our best sellers,” she interrupted.
“That’s good to know. But I didn’t get the bike.”
“Oh,” she said. “There’s a problem with the delivery time?”
“No,” I corrected. “The delivery is here.”
“But, Sir,” she said, “you just told me you didn’t get the bike.”
“That’s right.”
“How can that be? You said the delivery was there.”
“But it wasn’t a bike that was delivered,” I managed to interject.
“What did you get?”
“I shiny red wagon.”
“And your problem is?”
“I ordered a steel-blue mountain bike and I got a shiny red wagon.”
“Don’t you like the wagon?”
“No. I mean, yes. No. Oh, I don’t know!” I stammered.
“Well, how can I help you if you don’t know your problem?”
“The problem is you sent the wrong product.”
“How many wheels does the wagon have?” she asked.
“Four.”
“And how many wheels did the mountain bike have?”
“Two. But—”
“Sir, it sounds to me like you got more than you paid for.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Sir, do you realize that the parts for the wagon are much more spread out in our warehouse? The men who packed your wagon had to do more work than if they had packed a bicycle. You should give them credit for the extra work on your behalf.”
“I’m sure they worked hard, but they didn’t do the work I ordered.”
“Was the box addressed properly?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Were any of the wagon parts damaged in the shipment?”
“No, not that I know of.”
“Were all the required parts present?”
“I guess so. I didn’t take an inventory.”
“Excuse me, Sir, but it sounds like you haven’t done your job yet.”
“Can I talk to your manager please?”

Would you accept the wagon? 
Probably not, especially if you ordered a bike.
Would you be impressed with the work and the completeness of the shipment?
Probably not, since you ordered a bike.
Teachers are funny like that. When we give an assignment, we expect to get that assignment turned in. 

MoralNo matter how much work you do on an assignment, if it’s not the assignment that was given, you shouldn’t expect a good grade.

COMMENTARY
As time passed, I've noticed that more and more aspects of society adopted the attitude of the customer service representative in the story. 

  • I don't care what you wanted.
  • I worked hard.
  • You should be happy that I did any work.
  • I should be rewarded for doing work, even if it wasn't the work that needed to be done.

That's worse than unfortunate. That attitude breeds a culture of disorder without accountability. 

I'll stop here. 

I hope I gave you something to think about.

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Monday, January 13, 2020

#Lifestyle #Commentary Not so random thoughts on song lyrics and MRI machines

New Year's Eve 2019
I was admitted--very rapidly--to the hospital under the Stroke Protocol.

New Year's Day 2020
I had three consecutive MRIs.

Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming. I will get to the above dates before the end of this post.

I remember three times when I heard a song on the radio for the first time. Each helped define a significant time in my life.

1970.
"Close to You" by The Carpenters
I was dating my future wife at the time. We were both young and in love. I thought they wrote the words for us. I'm still not convinced they didn't.

1973
"Killing Me Softly" by Roberta Flack
I was near the end of my teaching credential program. I'd never heard more haunting melody and lyrics. 

1979
"Music Box Dancer" by Frank Mills
I was driving home late one night after a class in my Master's Degree program. I remember wishing they would play it again before I got home.

My wife's favorite song as a teeny-bopper was "Happy Together" by The Turtles. That was a defining song for her. It's now her ring-tone on my smartphone.

"God Bless America" by Kate Smith became the anthem of unity in the United States after the terrorist attacks on 9/11/2001. Major League Baseball teams still have live versions during the 7th-Inning Stretch.

You can think of songs that remind you of times and events in your life. Unfortunately, not all the songs you hear are welcomed. 

Earworms
These are songs that you can't stop replaying in your brain, even though you desperately wish you could. I'll not name one because I don't have to. One of your earworms most likely used the previous sentence as an invitation to perform in your brain over and over and over AND OVER just now. Sorry about that.

Hymns and my MRI exam
I had an MRI in 2005 before a laminectomy and partial discectomy of my 4th and 5th Lumba vertebrae. I remember the noise, but only my waist to my feet was inside the tube for that one. 

The MRI experience of 1/1/2020 was different.

After removing the metal heart monitor leads from my chest, removing patches of my then abundant chest hair in the process, they slapped on their own wireless leads and a plastic helmet and shoved earplugs and me into the bowels of the tube. The photo below shows the deed beginning.

Within seconds, banging and clanging and humming and swooshing enveloped me. It was LOUD. I shudder to think what the decibel level is WITHOUT the earplugs!

They did three consecutive scans. I was told I'd be in the tube for 35-40 minutes.

It's easy to lose track of time when surrounded by LOUD noises. However, it wasn't long before I decided to try something to distract my brain from concentrating on the noise level.

I grew up singing hymns in church. In many Sunday night services, the song leader allowed congregants to choose songs. As a teenager, my buddies and I would do our best to get "Wonderful Grace of Jesus" on the playlist. It's a long song with some outstanding echo parts for tenors and bass singers. Our song director usually obliged.

I began "singing" hymns in my mind inside the MRI tube.

The NOISE LEVEL made it difficult to recall any hymn lyric at first, so I switched to what we called "choruses" when I was a child and teenager. Most of them are repetitious with silly lyrics in places. Many have accompanying arm or whole-body motions. "I'm in The Lord's Army" is an example. Click the title to hear the words and see the motions.

They don't allow movement during an MRI, so I switched to choruses without motions and hymns. I was able to get through the first verse of nearly every hymn I recalled, but no further.

Oddly enough, I remember every stanza of the choruses.

Forty minutes flew by.

I breathed a prayer of thanks for the healing power of good music as they slid me out of the tube.

FINAL THOUGHT
The importance of music in human life and why you like some songs and not others, especially remakes of a song from your teen years is the topic of the book, "This Is Your Brain on Music" by Daniel J. Levin. I recommend it highly, and as an audiobook, if you can! Try your local library.

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